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Origineel

[Intro: Deuce] Come on, everybody, throw your hands up In the air, come on, let's You know we keep the party jumping So let's keep them 40's coming [Chorus: Deuce] Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy [Verse 1: Charlie Scene & J-Dog] When I ride with J-D-O-G It's like, okay, basically We get shitfaced and crazy We're screaming "Fuck the police!" J-just like Eazy, let's smoke these With Old E and Charlie We mix it over a hard beat And roll with the Undead Army And you don't need to see the best of me The best MC, it's just the beat Produca feeds and makes me mean That seems to be what makes me scream So, what up? Let's roll the town fucked up Let's tag LA and show love Yo, J-Dog, wait, just hold up Take my mic, my P.O. showed up [Chorus: Deuce] Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy [Verse 2: Johnny 3 Tears & Funny Man] We're six Caucasians, hell-raisin' Blazin', makin' zero bacon Awake to drink to stop to think To call Funny to ride with me My pants are so low I'm sipping on this 4-0 Rolling in the four-door Produca, me, and four hoes—oh, no The 5-0's rollin' code, I didn't stop or try to slow Container's open, Funny's smokin' I think I'm chokin', it's time to go, oh These midnight dealers keep it rollin' Keep the fucking Mad Dog flowin' Los Angeles, we keep it goin' Undead is what we're throwin' [Chorus: Deuce] Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy [Verse 3: Deuce] I keep on blowing up My head keeps getting fatter every day, baby On TV, you better listen 'Cause you know they'll play me In the club, you in the corner While my shit go crazy And I got my soldiers in the back So you don't wanna face me And when your girl look up at me, I'm looking right down And all that yapping, you know it gon' get you smacked down I stick around to keep it mad while the crowd's loud In the city of LA, that's my hometown [Chorus: Deuce] Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy

 

Vertaling

[Intro: Deuce] Kom op, iedereen, gooi je handen omhoog In the air, come on, let's You know we keep the party jumping So let's keep them 40's coming [Chorus: Deuce] Kom naar de stad van LA, waar we We rijden met gangsters en het pimpen is makkelijk Je weet hoe we het elke dag goed houden, baby We rijden met gangsters en het pimpen is makkelijk [Verse 1: Charlie Scene & J-Dog] When I ride with J-D-O-G It's like, okay, basically We worden shitfaced en gek We schreeuwen "Fuck de politie!" J-just like Eazy, let's smoke these Met Old E en Charlie. We mixen het over een harde beat En rollen met de Undead Army En je hoeft niet het beste van mij te zien De beste MC, het is gewoon de beat Produca voedt en maakt me gemeen Dat lijkt te zijn wat me laat schreeuwen Dus, wat is er? Laten we de stad naar de kloten helpen Laten we LA taggen en liefde tonen Yo, J-Dog, wacht, wacht even Neem mijn microfoon, mijn P.O. kwam opdagen [Chorus: Deuce] Kom naar de stad van LA, waar we We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy Je weet hoe we het elke dag goed houden, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy [Verse 2: Johnny 3 Tears & Funny Man] We're six Caucasians, hell-raisin' Blazin', makin' zero bacon Wakker om te drinken om te stoppen om na te denken Om Funny te bellen om met me mee te rijden My pants are so low I'm sipping on this 4-0 Rolling in the four-door Produca, ik, en vier hoeren-oh, nee The 5-0's rollin' code, I didn't stop or try to slow Container is open, Funny's smokin' I think I'm chokin', it's time to go, oh These midnight dealers keep it rollin' Keep the fucking Mad Dog flowin' Los Angeles, we keep it goin' Undead is what we're throwin [Chorus: Deuce] Kom naar de stad LA, waar we We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy Je weet hoe we het elke dag goed houden, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy [Verse 3: Deuce] I keep on blowing up Mijn hoofd wordt elke dag dikker, baby Op TV, kun je beter luisteren 'Cause you know they'll play me In the club, you in the corner Terwijl mijn shit gek wordt En ik heb mijn soldaten achterin So you don't wanna face me En als je meisje naar me opkijkt, kijk ik naar beneden En al dat gekef, je weet dat je dan een pak slaag krijgt Ik blijf in de buurt om het boos te houden terwijl de menigte luid is In de stad LA, dat is mijn thuisstad [Chorus: Deuce] Come on down to the city of LA, where we We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy You know how we keep it bumping every day, baby We ride with gangsters and the pimping's easy